It ain't easy
I swear to God you look straight through me
Maybe you could
Put yourself where I stood
You say you don't
Feel home
From her saintly stare
You don't know her
From her saintly stare
Aint it hard to
Beat around with the evening news
Broken what bends
We'll build the fire when the storm ends
You say
You don't Feel home
From her saintly stare
You don't know her
From her saintly stare
When the smoke clears
The pain still wears
The same saintly stare
You say, you don't
Feel home.
You say you don't feel home
From her saintly stare
You don't know her
From her saintly stare
When the smoke clears
The pain still wears
The same saintly stare
Saintly stare